Classics of Love are the kind of punk band that remember their roots, but aren't looking to concentrate strictly on them. Their debut, self-titled album pays much homage straight-up punk, but also nods heavily towards ska and post-hardcore...

Classics of Love Stream New Self-Titled Album

Classics of Love Stream New Self-Titled Album

Classics of Love are the kind of punk band that remember their roots, but aren't looking to concentrate strictly on them. Their debut, self-titled album pays much homage to straight-up punk, but also nods heavily towards ska, post-hardcore, and the gritty aesthetic of the classic, East Bay punk scene. It's also hard to get past the glaringly obvious fact that this is a band with a lot to say. From politics and society, to solidarity with one's scene and the rejection of materialism, Classics of Love prove to be more than just a punk band -- they're allowing their music to double as a platform for activism. What more could you hope for, though, from a band that involves ex-Operation Ivy frontman, Jesse Michaels. Give these whopping thirteen tracks a spin pre-release date [February 14, via Asian Man Records], and get yourself educated on the topics nearest to this band's heart with these hand-selected lyrics, below.

Dissolve:

I was born in simple times,Now the hour is late.Bound by private tyranniesThe wealthy own the state-DISSOLVESaw the men of the consequenceFrom beneat the tower,Grew to hate their arroganceTheir vanity and power-DISSOLVEAttention!Now I'm walking all aloneEnemy of the sealAlly to the truth seekerBonded to the real-DISSOLVEAttention!Gun Show:People said that the oil was cold

And the old Gods were pushing up moldWe strung our instruments andgot ready for the embarrassmentsIn the middle of a lunatic worldWe didn't reach for the champion’s pearlExcavated a private hallwaychose "sometimes" over "almost always"

(Chorus) We’ll try it anywayDon’t care about success and failureJust want a chance to impale the jailerDon’t long for yesterdayOr hope for a good tomorrowThis very hour is less than borrowed

Gun showMove slowEvery hour is a year to the crowsSmall stageIce ageNever listen to the things people say

We stood at the very last edgeOf everything that had ever been saidTook a look at the people’s archiveNodded politely and chose the swan-diveThere are no heroes in the roomJust ghouls in the rock & roll tombDo we look like statues to you for slide projectionAnd pin-cushion voodoo? We'll try it anyway...(Chorus)